
Another Look
To DLP
Regarding those three portraits on your page…
A head on fire against a cityscape,
A nature’s naked innocence, a stage
Filled to the brim with floral flair. What of it to make?
Spaced evenly, between them all these words,
Containing thoughts, allusions, insights, notes,
Containing letters, commas, and what not…
At sunrise when the first birds’ throats
declare his Majesty The Light, I look again…
My gaze’s unhardened, in pastel, and peers through
The seeming separation… And I say:
The mani-eyes perceive the Many-I-s (or Manitou-s),
The flowering flamboyance, the top hatted guys,
The softness caressing sweetest birds,
All woven into tapestry of Life,
In silent and perpetual collision.
As well as words,
and all that they imply.
The Universe’s dazzling un-division.
Anna Krasko 2025